"Yes. I woke with a crash on the floor, and could not imagine what had happened."
"I hope you didn't break yourself."
She was silent for a moment and then said, "I'm afraid I did break something, but I couldn't——"
"Broke something? What?" he asked hastily.
"My arm feels numb and queer. I fell on it."
"Let me feel it," and, kneeling in front of her, he groped till he found it, and felt it with anxious gentle fingers.
"Good Lord, it's broken!"
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it. You see"——
"Your right arm too! Don't move it!"
He groped about for another length of the silken hangings, tore it down, and wound it tightly round her arm. "That will keep it in place," he said. "The moment it is light I will make splints and set it properly. I am truly sorry you should have suffered so."